Mind Games (reworked)
Mind Games - Stormwolf
Can she really be gone?
My head says yes
but my heart disagrees.
She’s there, sitting in her familiar chair
waiting.
Later,
Viewing old Nairn photographs I ask,
what is she doing at this time?
She’s only ‘up the road’
Perhaps she’s busy,
knitting a jumper for school
or putting the finishing touches
to her wonderful pastry?
Life and times are an illusion…
webs within webs.
a quantum multiverse
she’s in there somewhere.
I just need to turn off the road
at the next junction…
A very emotive piece, Alison. It plucked a few strings as both my parents died with Alzheimers; they were broken into a thousand pieces in the last years of their lives.
Like you, I firmly believe we continue after death in some form, somewhere.
I just hope it’s not Cumbernauld.
Omg! Why did you have to mention Cumbernauld?
Just when I was drawing myself back from the precipice of madness…
Struggling to find hidden beauty in life…
Then you had to bring me back to the terrible realisation that such places as Cumbernauld lie waiting like a dreadful trap on this pilgrim’s progress…maybe even in the beyond.
Have you no mercy man?